Julia and Eve

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Saturday Night Tease
The door to their Manhattan apartment clicked shut behind them, the distant hum of the city filtering through the windows like a low, constant heartbeat. It was just past midnight on a Saturday, and the air inside still carried the faint chill of the February evening they'd left behind. Julia and Eve had spent the night out with their small circle of friends-a rare group outing to a cozy wine bar in the West Village. Nothing wild, just laughter, shared plates of appetizers, and a few too many glasses of red wine that left them both pleasantly tipsy. Julia's cheeks were flushed, her dark brown eyes a little glassy, and she giggled softly as she kicked off her shoes, the sound light and sweet with that subtle Polish lilt that always thickened when she'd been drinking.
Julia paused in the entryway, steadying herself against the wall. At 5'5" and 291 pounds, she moved with a deliberate softness, her body swaying slightly as the wine buzz settled in her limbs. She'd tried to dress to hide herself tonight-black high-waisted jeans that dug uncomfortably into her wide hips and a loose black sweater that draped over her massive belly-but even so, she'd felt exposed all evening. The jeans had grown tighter over the months, the button straining, and she'd spent half the night tugging the sweater down over the heavy apron of her lower belly that insisted on peeking out whenever she sat. Her long, straight medium-brown hair fell past her shoulders, framing her round, cherubic face-full cheeks glowing pink from the alcohol, wide dark eyes framed by naturally arched brows, and that small silver nose stud glinting under the hallway light. She looked pretty, innocent even, with her shy closed-mouth smile, but she didn't feel it. Not when she caught glimpses of herself in the bar mirrors, her pear-shaped figure dwarfing the chair, thighs spreading wide, rolls shifting under fabric.
Eve, by contrast, looked effortlessly put together even after a night out. Her long wavy blonde hair was tousled in that intentional way, her piercing blue eyes bright with wine and mischief. She wore fitted jeans that hugged her toned legs and a cropped top that showed off her flat, athletic midriff-no effort required to maintain that California-bred perfection. At 24, the same age as Julia, Eve moved with confidence, her quick wit sharpened by the alcohol. She dropped her purse on the console table and turned to Julia, a smirk playing on her full lips.
"You were adorable tonight, Jules," Eve said, her voice low and teasing as she stepped closer. "The way you kept pulling that sweater down every five seconds. Like anyone cared." She reached out, playfully tugging at the hem of Julia's sweater, lifting it just enough to reveal a sliver of pale belly roll before Julia squeaked and swatted her hand away.
"Eve! Stop," Julia protested, but she was laughing, her accent softening the 'v' in Eve's name. "People were looking. I felt so... big next to everyone." She wobbled toward the kitchen, her thick thighs rubbing together with each step, the familiar chafing a reminder of how out of shape she was. The wine had made her hungry-ravenous, really-and the appetizers at the bar hadn't been enough. "I need food. Real food."
Eve followed, her blue eyes fixed on Julia's swaying hips, the way her backside filled out those jeans to the point of straining the seams. She loved this-loved watching Julia move, loved the softness that jiggled with every step. But tonight, the wine had loosened her tongue more than usual. "Big? Honey, you're massive. Those poor chairs at the bar-thought they were gonna collapse under all that ass." The words were mean, cutting, but delivered with a grin that made Julia flush deeper, a mix of embarrassment and something warmer stirring in her chest.
Julia opened the fridge, bending slightly-her belly pressing against the door as she reached in-and pulled out leftovers: cold pasta from last night's takeout, a half-eaten container of creamy mac and cheese, and a slice of cheesecake she'd been saving. She piled it onto a plate without thinking, the portions generous, and popped it in the microwave. The hum filled the quiet kitchen as she leaned against the counter, her arms crossing under her heavy bust.
"I'm serious, Eve," she said softly, her insecure side peeking through the tipsy haze. "I hate how I look out there. Everyone's so... normal. And I'm just..." She gestured vaguely at herself, her hand waving over the expanse of her belly, the way it protruded prominently even under the sweater.
Eve slid onto a stool at the kitchen island, her toned legs crossing as she watched Julia with that predatory glint. "Just what? Gorgeous? Soft? Mine?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping. "Come on, Jules. You know I love it. The way you fill out those jeans-god, your hips are insane. And that belly..." Eve's eyes darkened with desire. "Remember what Sarah said tonight? 'Julia, you look so cuddly.' She was jealous."
Julia snorted, grabbing her plate as the microwave dinged. "She was being nice. I looked like a whale." She sat beside Eve, digging into the pasta immediately, twirling a big forkful. The creamy sauce coated her lips, and she ate hungrily, the wine making her inhibitions lower. Bite after bite-mac and cheese next, rich and heavy-her cheeks bulging slightly as she chewed.
Eve scooted closer, their thighs pressing together-Eve's firm and slim against Julia's plush, thick one. She reached out, her hand resting on Julia's knee, then sliding up slowly. "Whale? Nah. More like a goddess. A big, soft, hungry goddess." Her fingers traced circles on Julia's inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. "Look at you, stuffing your face already. Couldn't even wait till morning."
Julia paused mid-bite, her fork hovering, a blush creeping up her full cheeks. "Eve... I'm starving. We barely ate." But she didn't pull away. Eve's touch was electric, familiar, and the teasing sent a thrill through her despite the humiliation.
"Mmm, I know," Eve murmured, leaning in until her lips brushed Julia's ear. "That's what I love. You get so hungry, so needy. And then you complain about getting fatter." Her hand moved higher, slipping under the sweater to rest on Julia's belly, fingers sinking into the soft upper roll. She pressed gently, feeling the fullness from the food Julia was shoveling in. "Feel that? All that pasta going right here. You're gonna wake up even bigger tomorrow."
Julia whimpered softly, setting her fork down. The words stung-doctors' lectures echoed in her mind, the way clothes fit tighter each month-but Eve's touch made it arousing, confusing. "You're mean tonight," she said, but her voice was breathy, her dark eyes meeting Eve's blue ones.
"Mean?" Eve chuckled, her quick wit flashing. "Honest. Come on, admit it-you love when I point it out." She grabbed a handful of Julia's belly more firmly, shaking it lightly, watching the jiggle ripple through the sweater. Julia gasped, her breath hitching-the wine making her more sensitive, her body responding faster.
The plate forgotten, Julia turned toward Eve, their faces inches apart. "Maybe," she whispered, naive and sweet, her full lips parting.
Eve closed the gap, kissing her deeply-wine-tinged and hungry. Julia melted into it, her hands coming up to Eve's slim waist as Eve's fingers dug deeper into her softness. The kiss grew heated fast, tongues meeting, Eve dominating as always. She pulled back just enough to tug Julia's sweater up and off, exposing the black lace bra that strained against her full breasts and the pale expanse of her belly-deep rolls stacking over themselves, the heavy lower apron hanging low.
"God, look at you," Eve breathed, her hands roaming freely now, grabbing Julia's love handles hard. "So much to hold. Get up-bedroom. Now."
Julia stood shakily, her thighs rubbing as she followed Eve down the hall, the apartment's soft lighting casting shadows on her curves. In the bedroom, Eve pushed her gently onto the bed, the mattress dipping under Julia's weight. Eve stripped quickly-her toned body a sharp contrast as she climbed on top, straddling Julia's wide hips.
Their kisses resumed, frantic now-Eve's mouth trailing down Julia's neck, nipping at the soft double chin that formed when Julia tilted her head back. "You're breathless already," Eve teased against her skin, feeling Julia's chest rise and fall quicker than it should from just kissing. At 291 pounds and out of shape, even this left Julia panting lightly, her stamina low.
Julia moaned softly, her hands fumbling with Eve's bra. "It's the wine... and you," she said ditsily, her accent thick. Eve laughed, mean and loving, yanking Julia's jeans down with effort-they stuck at her hips, the button popping free in the struggle. The gray panties underneath were wedged high, disappearing into her folds.
"These jeans are done for," Eve said, slapping Julia's thigh lightly, watching the ripple. "Too fat for them now, huh?" The humiliation hit Julia hard, tears pricking her eyes, but she arched up, wanting more.
Eve's hands were everywhere-grabbing Julia's belly hard, lifting and dropping the heavy apron, fingers sinking deep into rolls. "This gut-fuck, it's huge. You ate so much tonight, didn't you? All those apps, now this late-night binge." She ground down, her own arousal evident as she kissed lower, mouthing at Julia's breasts through the lace.
Julia was panting now, her face flushed, body heating up. "Eve... slower, I can't-" But Eve didn't slow. She unhooked the bra, exposing Julia's heavy breasts, pinching roughly. "Can't what? Keep up? That's the point, fatty."
The intensity built-Eve flipping Julia onto her side, one leg hooked over her shoulder for better access, fingers teasing lower. Julia's breaths came in short gasps, her body jiggling with every movement, sweat beading on her pale skin. Eve whispered degradations: "Look at you wheezing already. My big girl, too out of shape to fuck properly."
Julia cried out as Eve's fingers finally slipped inside, rough and demanding...